It was a sight, I can tell you!" "Yes, but that wasn't all," interrupted Jack Vance.

"Bernard, one of their big chaps, hopped over the rest and came after us.

We ran for all we were worth, but he collared me.

Mugford went for him, and hung on to his coat like a young bull-terrier, and got a smack on the nose; and just then Diggory turned, and came prancing back, and ran his head into the beggar's stomach, and that doubled him up, and so we all got away.

But," concluded the speaker, turning towards his wounded comrade, "I never thought old Mug had so much grit in him before; he stuck to it like a Briton!" A demonstration of the most genuine enthusiasm followed this warlike speech.